The Surgeon 가사

A forest of tongues rooted deep in their sockets dry, silence An army of eyes gazing round for some flaw to spy, violence Twenty-five grand to reattach a retina (in a) furnace Twenty-five and out, and all the good it's getting you, burn this I'm a pro, I'm a surgeon Ice-cold veins, keep on working White-hot pain, feel nothing at all The time I burned the armrest in the Mustang with a cigarette, junked it The test that they gave to see if you were feeling it, flunked it The latest in a series of biggest disappointments yet, waitress Finally get it right, and there's no one left to witness it, hate this